The Journey Of Ore
The greatest wizard who ever lived and ever will live was Ore. It was he who created magic, the world, and everything we know and don’t know. His wisdom, however, was just as great as his magic. He made himself an island somewhere in the universe and lived there alone. No one knew where he was and whether he was even alive. His story was just a myth.
There was just a little organization of seven people that believed in him. They dedicated themselves to finding him, but they were nowhere near that, if he existed. Before there were over a hundred members, but now only seven were left. The others had died or deserted.
Meanwhile, life was peaceful. After a year, however, the human population wasn’t in check. The guardians didn’t know what to do. They could kill the people, or make a race of animals that would keep them in check. Another problem was there were almost no animals except humans. Animals like crows, pigeons, and other city dwellers were the only animals left. Global warming had destroyed the ice, so humans lived at the poles too.
The only person who could save earth, and most people didn’t even believe in him if he was real, was Ore. The organization who did asked the guardians for transporters, weapons, and recruits. The guardians refused at first, but when there was almost no hope gave them what they wanted. They gave transporters, which were planes made out of a magical metal called aruba and had limitless fuel, magic. The organization also got troops who were equipped with aruba armor. They carried laser guns, acid guns, plasma guns, and best of all, wands.
The organization had a meeting. The names of the people in the organization were Bob, Joe, Sillena, Tipu, Caster, Issy, and Toughy. “Lets just fight everyone in our way until we get to him” said Toughy. “But how will we find him?” asked Bob. “I shall use my tracking skills to find him” said Sillena. “Um, no offense, but that hasn’t worked all these years” snickered Joe. “If we all work our magic together, guys who know magic, plus the troops in our army, plus the guardians, plus every magical person or creature on our side, then we should have enough power to find him” whispered Caster. “That’s all very well, but will they listen? If the guardians don’t listen, it will not work” criticized Issy. “We shall ask!!!” retorted Tipu, enraged.
So they did. After a long pleading, the guardians agreed. Everyone who knew magic let out their strongest finding spell at the same time, linking the spells together and making one ultra-powerful finding spell. They knew where Ore was in five seconds.
Everyone got into their ships, and they set off for Pluto. It took a year for them to get there, but they had enough food and water for five. When they got there, they met an army of creatures waiting. They also saw an American flag under a giants foot. “Attack”!!!!” yelled Toughy, getting a superheavy ultra-plasma gun. It was an awesome battle. Caster was calmly destroying monster after monster with his magical spells while in the safety of a magic shield. Not everyone was so lucky. A bunch of troops were dead or wounded after the battle, but they fought hard. Some of the organization was dead too. Issy had died while yelling at a trooper to fight harder. Toughy, for all his strength, was lying on a stretcher knocked out. Joe had done a heroic deed and destroyed the lead monster, saving everyone from destruction. It cost him his life. The enemy army was destroyed in the end, but it was not a happy victory.
After a month of mourning, everyone knew they had to complete what they wanted to do: find Ore. The acid blasters blasted the surface again and again, and after a long while a door was visible somewhere in the middle of Pluto. What was left of the organization opened the door and went in.
They had found Ore. He was sitting in a comfy chair with his eyes closed. The room was small, with no stuff except the chair. They waited until Ore opened his eyes and said,“Yes. I will help earth. For you have been brave. Your dead are alive again, your planet is healed. The people have learned their lesson. You may go back now and leave me in peace.” With that, he closed his eyes.
It was true. Everyone who had died or been injured was alive and well. When they got back, they saw earth as lush as it had ever been. There were animals, and no warming. They were heroes, with everyone congratulating them. Everyone was happy, except for Caster. For the great prophecy had not yet been fulfilled. That prophecy could be fatal, and with nobody on their guard, it was going to be hard. He needed to be alert, and sharp. For prophecies had very unreliable timings.
That concludes episode two.
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